Play time's over lime green rover
Even after Remi still seems i'm sober
My cream got lower them things got colder
Ever since the last thing I caught in October
June's now here move around where
Parts of D.C what ya'll doin down there
Dough gotta get flipped who gotta get hit
Got a lot of work can't let s*** sit
I know down there it's slow down there
Everything's double I can blow down there
Next flight out i'ma jet right out
Got the white floating on the 95 south
See y'all soon it'll be around noon
And y'all know a n**** style i'ma leave y'all room
Dressed in old clothes step on no toes
Money over b****** s**xin no hoes
It's s*** like that'll make you slip like that
Crossed all up and get you hit like that
The game ain't fair names ain't clear
Everybody wanna hustle it's a shame I swear
Chorus:
Bodies Gotta get caught (n***** gotta die)
Everybody wanna s*** talk (Why n***** gotta lie?)
Somebody gotta get scorched (n***** gone fry)
It's time n***** get taught (Stop gettin high)
(repeat)
Ain't no rules no more nobody's cool no more
But I ain't never give a f*** so screw y'all all
Love to ball since school got moves and all
Sweet J's three play I abuse the floor
And there's certain n***** now I refuse to call
Swtiching up on the cards only confused them all
You got blocks go head move that wall
Like to break s*** down I give em two for four
I'ma get my run few trips i'm done
Wanna f*** but the work can't mix wit fun
See the s*** don't stop till i'm sittin on top
And ain't nuttin like floating through picking up knots
Y'all know that vibe a n****'s soul done died
Play the board till the lord above close my eyes
It's real like that why I feel like that
Couldn't understand til I had to conceal a ghat
But SOS don't play it goes both ways
And we love hittin corners just like roach spray
Chorus
So if you love yourself you won't cross my path
I gasoline n***** up and torch they a**
40 yards from the field goal caught the pass
While you fumble s*** knocked off half ya stash
Had to be your work I see your hurt
But any fool on the street gotta eat first
I earnt that right i've turnt out nights
Just now taking time out to learn about life
It's more wise to it like why did I do it
Why if I do it y'all would die if I use it
Chorus 2x
Even after Remi still seems i'm sober
My cream got lower them things got colder
Ever since the last thing I caught in October
June's now here move around where
Parts of D.C what ya'll doin down there
Dough gotta get flipped who gotta get hit
Got a lot of work can't let s*** sit
I know down there it's slow down there
Everything's double I can blow down there
Next flight out i'ma jet right out
Got the white floating on the 95 south
See y'all soon it'll be around noon
And y'all know a n**** style i'ma leave y'all room
Dressed in old clothes step on no toes
Money over b****** s**xin no hoes
It's s*** like that'll make you slip like that
Crossed all up and get you hit like that
The game ain't fair names ain't clear
Everybody wanna hustle it's a shame I swear
Chorus:
Bodies Gotta get caught (n***** gotta die)
Everybody wanna s*** talk (Why n***** gotta lie?)
Somebody gotta get scorched (n***** gone fry)
It's time n***** get taught (Stop gettin high)
(repeat)
Ain't no rules no more nobody's cool no more
But I ain't never give a f*** so screw y'all all
Love to ball since school got moves and all
Sweet J's three play I abuse the floor
And there's certain n***** now I refuse to call
Swtiching up on the cards only confused them all
You got blocks go head move that wall
Like to break s*** down I give em two for four
I'ma get my run few trips i'm done
Wanna f*** but the work can't mix wit fun
See the s*** don't stop till i'm sittin on top
And ain't nuttin like floating through picking up knots
Y'all know that vibe a n****'s soul done died
Play the board till the lord above close my eyes
It's real like that why I feel like that
Couldn't understand til I had to conceal a ghat
But SOS don't play it goes both ways
And we love hittin corners just like roach spray
Chorus
So if you love yourself you won't cross my path
I gasoline n***** up and torch they a**
40 yards from the field goal caught the pass
While you fumble s*** knocked off half ya stash
Had to be your work I see your hurt
But any fool on the street gotta eat first
I earnt that right i've turnt out nights
Just now taking time out to learn about life
It's more wise to it like why did I do it
Why if I do it y'all would die if I use it
Chorus 2x